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When I was a kid, I had sequential dreams in which I was learning to fly. I had them over the span of several years, and over the years I got better and better at flying.
In the beginning, I would just jump off of high places, flap my arms like crazy, and fall with a non-lethal thud. As the dreams developed, I was able to gently lower myself to the ground.
After about a year, I was to a point where I could jump off of something tall, and glide several hundred meters (still flapping my arms), always falling gradually closer to the ground.
Soon, I was able to jump off something and fly level for as long as I wanted. But I was unable to generate lift to go higher, hence I was unable to get off the ground.
To make a long story short, through the years, my dreams continued, and in them I learned how to actually take-off from the ground, at first my flying was not as graceful as I would have hoped, but by the end of the dream series, I was able to fly gracefully anywhere I wanted to go, though I always had to flap my arms.
Remembering the dreams, I think I mostly used this skill to either escape danger on the ground, or show-off. I would be in a tall room with lots of people, and for no reason decide to fly up to the ceiling and hover there. I loved it when people would ask how I did that and I could show-off by teaching them.
I never took time to look into what it all meant... maybe some day.
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